She was so beautiful. Don’t even ask me her name. She lived next door to me at The Ambassador Apartments. She was maybe 18. She was an exotic dancer and when she got dressed fucking bow the fuck down. Breathtaking!
I didn’t understand the relationship she had with her boyfriend. I could tell they really cared for each other and when she got pregnant and kept dancing and then soon after disappeared (moved) I wasn’t surprised. Not to mention the tile I found her crying in her apartment. I dragged her out and made her come over to my place to calm down. The cries I heard were torrential. She was living a pretty raw life.
I have nothing against erotica and erotic dancing can be as beautiful as art. I’ve seen it. However it should empower women not disempower them. Wow! I just jumped onto that bandwagon. To be fair I’ve been in the lead on that one for a while. Lol
Not necessarily the victim mentality some of the #metoo movement encompasses. Just that I’ve been advocating for women and myself since I can remember…in my own ways because I genuinely do see ya as equals. Equal but different. That’s it. Right?
Guess that’s everyone really. Mwahahahaha